Dear God, I can barely look at him through this window of my car. <br />So God, how can you stand to watch from this window in your heart? <br />The rain drops are trickling just as quick as my tears. <br />Sweet Lord, you seem to know that I am crying in here. <br />I prop my elbow on my steering wheel, <br />And if I had room on this floor board I'd kneel. <br />I see this man, all tattered and torn. <br />His feet are bare, his body is worn. <br />A homeless man walks on this side of the street. <br />Looking at my side from his, it's so discrete. <br />I'm stopped in traffic for a couple of hours, <br />And I'm praying for this man inbetween these showers. <br />So pitiful, so hungry is this man. <br />He walks around with a trash can. <br />You can see the shame on his face. <br />He does not belong in this place. <br />Does any kind of mercy exist? <br />Has his life ever known bliss? <br />Has he ever felt a kiss? <br />How did his life turn out like this? <br />He needs to eat. He nees to bathe. <br />He needs to sleep. He needs to shave. <br />He feels hurt he feels resented. <br />But I feel his sadness, yet I feel demented. <br />I look up to heaven and continuted to pray. <br />I had a question and couldn't go about my way. <br />God, why don't YOU do something about this view? <br />He said, I did something about it a long time ago, I made you!<br /><br />Whitney Albright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poor-man-2/
